Chapter 50 Ro #2
He didn’t break his stare, and when he stroked his length through his pants, I melted, letting my fingers dip between my thighs.
His brown eyes flared as he worked to free himself.
My mind hadn’t conjured what awaited at the end of that sensuous trail, but it wouldn’t have done him justice if I’d tried.
The sight of his cock, emerging from a flourish of dark hair, primed and hard with his intention solely focused on me, made me so wet I thought I might drip on his bedding.
Using the pads of my fingers, I circled the sensitive area at my peak that throbbed.
I did it to tease him, but found it feeling so much better than I anticipated, staring at this gorgeous man before me with desire dripping from his eyes and beading on his cock.
He fisted himself and dragged his gaze to my face.
“You’re a fucking goddess.”
I laughed, recalling our first interaction on the road.
But the dedicated attention pouring from his gaze replaced any amusement with rising tension.
I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever exposed myself to someone who beheld me with such awe.
A time when I hadn’t wanted to hide in the shadows during a purely physical, lust filled attraction.
This was different.
He prowled over me, caging me in. My hands moved to his waist because now that he was close, I didn’t want him to leave. He dropped his mouth to mine, but hesitated an inch above. As if he still sought my permission.
Like it wasn’t clear enough.
He brought his fingers to trail gently along the side of my neck in a caring caress. I tilted my chin, closing the space so that our lips barely grazed before I retracted and bit my lip. That teasing invitation was all he needed.
My arms looped around his neck, holding him close while our mouths worked synchronously.
We kissed as if we had all the time in the world.
He steadied my jaw with one hand while the other slid beneath my shirt, kneading my hip.
I was the first to explore with my tongue, wanting to taste him.
He met me stroke for stroke, and I whined, delirious now from how badly I wanted him inside me.
Another primal growl escaped him as he bit at my neck and dragged his tongue over the sensitive flesh. I reached between us, grabbing hold of his cock and pumping while I aligned him with my center, my patience fully expired.
“Fuck,” he moaned.
His slick tip met my wet entrance, and the world faded away.
Every worry, every care other than the craving my body had for his, ceased to exist. He pushed inside, and my jaw fell open.
The feel of him was exquisite. Our eyes met and I nodded feverishly, fearing I might actually crumble to pieces if he didn’t fill me right this second.
He rested his forehead against mine and sank deeper.
My nails dug into his shoulders as my body accommodated.
I didn’t know what word came out of me, if it was a word at all and not just some mashed up collection of sounds. He kissed me fiercely, like he wanted to consume it.
Our tongues waged war, hot breath and teeth adding to the arsenal.
He slowly withdrew, precise and controlled, then angled his hips and slid in again.
He set the pace, and I melted into his every move.
A week’s worth of stress seeped out of me, replaced by a warm feeling in my chest and the driving need to go faster, harder.
I broke our kiss, hands intertwining in his hair to say, “Take me like you want me.” The fire in my eyes communicated I didn’t mean gently.
Dae moved with razor sharp speed to readjust us, his hand finding the underside of my thigh.
He shoved my leg up, pinning it over my ribs.
I became breathless, not from discomfort, but from the way he took charge.
Now I was beneath him, at his mercy, helpless to do anything other than take what he wanted to give.
And gods did I want him to give me everything he had.
He slammed into me with animalistic force. My vision blurred, and I gripped the sheets for purchase. “Yes!” Why had we waited so long? Too many wasted opportunities.
“Gods, you feel so perfect,” he said, watching his slow withdrawal now shining from my desperation. Then he rammed into me again.
I think I muttered a string of agreements.
His hips rolled with gliding ease like waves on the ocean.
The curve of his cock fed into me perfectly at this angle, and he thrust in and out with hurried strokes.
The mounting sensation took over like a cresting tsunami, and it was all I could do to remember to breathe.
He stopped to lift my shirt that somehow remained on, exposing my bare breasts to him, and feasted. Sucking on one, flicking the peaked bud with his tongue, he took the other in his palm, massaging, squeezing. All while maintaining a mouthwatering momentum.
He ravished me in a way I’d never known. Consumed me with his eyes, his mouth, his cock. Like I was the only nourishment he’d ever needed. His name was a prayer on my lips, one that was answered by his ravaging tongue.
He devoured me, heart, body, and soul. When he dropped to my neck, I could only expose it to him, to this man who could shift so easily into a dangerous predator. I bore my life to him without a fear in the world that he would take it.
Trust. Safety. Admiration. Devotion. He was my undoing.
It was coming, and there was nothing I could do to stop it, nothing I wanted to do to stop it.
Whimpers and moans choked out of me. Through the haze of building desire, I heard the whisper of my name, of praise and encouragement to release my pleasure.
I fell, no, plummeted through a rip in space where all I could see was an explosion of stars.
His name tasted sweet on my tongue as I called out.
I was weightless, senseless except for the utter ecstasy of my breaking.
Had my mind been intact, I might have feared how my body would weather this storm.
Instead, I let myself be swept away in the current.
Vaguely aware that he’d watched me come undone, he cried with his own release, the sound more than any man had ever given me, matching my intensity.
His head rested against my shoulder as if I was his anchor, both of us panting and languid.
My muscles no longer held strength. I was a puddle beneath him that’d been desperate for relief and release from the stress and tension that multiplied daily.
Somehow, my arms managed to find form enough for my fingers to lazily scratch the back of his head.
“That was…” I whispered, still adjusting to being back in my body and not floating somewhere in the cosmos.
“Everything,” he finished, drawing back to kiss me, and somehow that was the most intimate part of it all.
It was slow, appreciative. Anytime I’d taken a lover in the past, it never paired with a connection.
A mutual agreement, stress relief, a drunken mistake, but never with someone who’d showed me dedication like Dae had.
I’d been taking care of myself for a long time, it felt foreign to be in the arms of someone else who wanted to.
He finally unpinned my body and pulled himself out of me. A warm drip ran down my ass cheek, a mix of his release and mine no doubt. “Oh shit,” I hissed, looking down in a panic.
“What?” His eyes roved over my body like he would destroy anything that threatened to hurt me. Which was kind of hot.
“I need a tonic,” I said.
His gaze dropped between my thighs. A satisfied smirk painted his swollen lips. “Ah.” When he stared a little too long, I cleared my throat. That snapped him out of his lust-filled stupor and he chuckled. Biting my lower lip did nothing to contain my overwhelming smile.
He dressed, stepping into pants first. “I’ll pay Garris a visit. Then I’ll get us some food.”
I was sad to watch him slip a shirt over his head, but chewed on my finger thinking about how next time I wanted to take it off myself. I pressed my knees together, twisting them to the side.
He caught me mid-thought of stripping him and flashed that alluring smile. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”